"rest, you are the sun"
on my bed we sit hand in hand-
outside it snows. it snows. it
snows. inside we've built a house
of cards made of hearts. our future
remains a fragile thing. i am reminded
of your lipstick on my collar, your
reflection in my bathroom mirror
when i am alone. when we sleep
quietly our hearts beat the same
while each meaningful
event is marked on a
timeline we'll never see.
every single moment is alive
just like the two of us. our
clasped hands give way to
sweaty palms & we look to
one another and say:
"another year, another year"
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